Usually at lunch I'll get something at Wawa and eat it at the park. And then read my book, or perhaps lay down for a bit. Today I skipped the food and went straight to the nap. I woke up groggy and hungry! But I think it helped a little bit.
There were ducklings today! Goslings are okay, but ducklings are adorable. Quack quack.
There was a kid there with his mom, and he was collecting goose feathers. Loudly, which means she was encouraging this activity. Now, I don't know about you, but my mom always told me that stray feathers were gross and diseased, and I shouldn't pick them up, no matter how cool they looked. This little kid was talking about making feather masks with them. That's gross, right?
I cooked for the first time in almost a month last night, and it made me so happy. I love having my guys over. And culann was there early, and he helped clean up, and get ready, and we talked forever. When Culann and I took Budo together we got to have talks on the ride there and back, and it was great, and we don't get to do that much anymore. I sure do love me some Culann.
I sure have been listening to a lot of Elvis Costello lately. It started back in May, that week-and-a-half of Spring that we had. Y'know, cuz I was feeling frisky, and Elvis Costello = sex. Then I stopped for a while but now I'm back. It's nothing but Elvis. Elvis at work, Elvis in the car, Elvis at home. Elvis Elvis Elvis. When I'm sad, listening to Elvis Costello makes me feel sadder. When I'm angry, he makes me angrier. When I'm happy, he makes me happier. When I'm horny, he makes me hornier. When I'm high, he makes me feel higher. When I'm horny and high -- well fuckin' forgetaboutit.
Yesterday I read this book review in Salon of Dianetics. I've always been mildy interested in what the fucking deal with Scientology is (isn't everybody?) and with the new improved batshit insane Tom Cruise running around, there's a lot more talk about it. Then I was looking through this site, which is an anti-Scientology site. It's a little clumsy, but I had a fantastic time reading through this stuff about L. Ron Hubbard. That guy was CRAZY! Literally! I can't believe real people buy into this shit. Oh and also the Time Magazine article is hot. It makes no bones about saying that Scientology has no legitimacy whatsoever.
Then today I read THIS Salon article about Tom Cruise and Scientology, and everything was fine until I got to the part where they listed some Scientologist celebrities, including Jason Lee (oh well, I sort of thought he was cute) and . . . Beck. Really. Beck. That just about broke my heart. I am seriously upset by this. Beck! Beck. My favorite musical artist whom I've never seen in concert. This changes everything. I'm so sad.
Last weekend was Gaian Mind and it was fantastic. The crew: Kevin, Curt, Chris, me, Jeff, Jay, Kate, Michelle, Teege, and Vince. We sat around and took drugs and got dirty and made jewelry and watched dirty hippies (and dirty . . . whatever those cats were, some of them were not hippies) and enjoyed the Fire Monkey's work (that's Kevin) and saw naked Russians and more black light than I have ever seen in my life. And we left no trace. It was a fantastic time.
Oh, and Stephanie! Stephanie appeared out of nowhere on Friday. So she was there too.
So yeah, Gaian Mind. I'll definitely go back next year.
Here are some of the pictures that made it to Photo du Jour from the weekend:
(Michelle took this one)
(Curt took this one)
I have two parties this weekend. But Monday is free: Monday should be Laundry Day. As well as Nap Day, and Wash My Car Day. We'll see.